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Author: It may look like I favor Varka. I'm try not to I promise
The morning sun spilled over the cobblestones of Mondstadt, painting the windmills in hues of gold and amber. In the Knights of Favonius headquarters, the air smelled of old parchment, floor wax, and the lingering scent of dandelion wine. Inside the Grandmaster's office, Varka sat behind a desk that groaned under the weight of a thousand unfinished reports. He leaned back, his massive frame dwarfing the leather chair, a small, amused smile playing on his lips as he listened to the heavy, energetic footsteps approaching his door.
The door swung open with a bang that rattled the inkwells. Lohen stepped in, his mint green hair bouncing with every step. His dull red eyes scanned the room with a predatory intensity, though his expression remained bright and eager.
"Hello, Grandmaster! Do you see the Honorary Knight?"
Varka didn't blink. He kept his expression neutral, though his blue eyes flickered momentarily toward the gap between the floor and the mahogany edge of his desk. He shifted his weight, his massive shoulder muscles straining against the fabric of his uniform.
"Uh, no," Varka rumbled, his voice like grinding boulders. "May I ask why you are searching for him?"
Lohen beamed, his expression radiating a manic sort of joy. He slammed a hand down on the oak desk, rattling the inkwell. "Sparing!"
Varka paused, his pen hovering over a report. He sighed, the sound like a low rumble of thunder. He slowly lifted his gaze, eyeing the Vice Captain of the Fifth Company. Lohen looked like a coiled spring, vibrating with the need for combat.
"Check the adventurer's guild," Varka suggested, leaning back until his chair creaked precariously.
"Or Kaeya," Varka said. "He is either doing an adventurer's guild commission or handling some of Kaeya's work paper or duties who know. He never leaves Mondstadt without announcing it."
Lohen let out a huff, the sound sharp and impatient. He straightened up, his red eyes flashing, his expression shifting back to that of a high-energy performer.
"Fine. Bye, Grandmaster! Wait for a day that I'm going to spar with you next, haha!"
Lohen spun on his heel and vanished as quickly as he had arrived, the door swinging shut with a resonant thud. Varka remained still for a moment, listening to the receding footsteps. Once the silence returned, he leaned back and looking beneath his office desk.
Two golden eyes stared back at him.
"He's gone," Varka whispered.
A small, golden-haired head popped up. Aether let out a long, shuddering breath, releasing his hand from where it had been clamped tightly over his mouth. He slumped against the leg of the desk, his shoulders dropping.
"Phew," Aether breathed, his voice muffled. He looked up at Varka with an expression of pure exhaustion. "Thank you, Grandmaster. I think he's actually hunting me now."
Varka chuckled, a low vibration that seemed to shake the floor. He reached down, offering a hand to help the youth up. Aether took it, feeling the calloused strength of the Grandmaster as he was hoisted effortlessly from the floor.
"You're getting desperate, Aether. Hiding under furniture?"
Aether brushed dust off his white and gold attire, sighing. "He doesn't take 'no' for an answer, Varka. He doesn't even take 'maybe later' for an answer."
"Yeah, sounds like him, He is a menace" Varka said, returning to his seat. "The guy has a drive that borders on insanity. He once put poison in my drink just to make a point about why I should bring him on the expedition."
Aether paused, blinking. "He did what?"
"Didn't work, of course," Varka grinned, gesturing to his own broad chest. "I'm not the Grandmaster for nothing. I saw the surface of the liquid was shimmering oddly. I threw it away wasted a precious cup."
Aether stared at him. "And you didn't punish him?"
"Where's the fun in that? It showed initiative."
Aether groaned and leaned against the desk. " He's relentless, I can't do this every day. The first time we sparred, I thought it would be a good way to bond since I also know this guy like bonding through sparring. I told him "Alright". and make him promised a meal at Good Hunter if I won."
Varka chuckled. "And?"
"And I won," Aether said, his voice trailing off. "I didn't even have to try that hard. I just... ended it. I put my sword in the dirt next to his head before he could blink. I thought he'd be impressed. I thought we'd be friends."
Varka’s expression turned thoughtful. He remembered the look on Lohen's face after that match—not the look of a defeated soldier, but the look of a man who had just found his new religion.
"Lohen doesn't (just) want a friend, Aether," Varka murmured. "He wants a challenge. And you are the only thing in this city that makes him feel like he's actually fighting."
Aether groaned, rubbing his temples. "I just wanted to help out that day. I didn't think he'd track me down the moment I stepped foot in the city."
"I can't go back out there yet," Aether said, glancing at the door. "If he catches me, he won't let me leave until I've fought him three times."
Varka reached out, his large hand hovering near Aether's shoulder before he gently patted it. The touch was light, almost hesitant. He looked at Aether, taking in the boy's youthful face. To Varka, Aether looked young, a slip of a thing compared to his own mountain-like stature. He didn't know the truth—that this golden-haired youth had walked through the fires of a dozen worlds and lived for centuries.
"Well," Varka said, sliding a stack of papers toward Aether. "Since you're already hiding, you might as well make yourself useful. I can't stand this paperwork. It's a slow death by ink."
Aether looked at the mountain of reports, then back at Varka’s pleading blue eyes.
Aether smiled, a genuine, bright expression that made Varka's heart skip a beat "Fine. But only because I'm terrified of Lohen."
"You're a lifesaver, Aether."
Aether looked up, catching Varka's gaze. "It's no trouble. I'd rather do paperwork than be chased by a spear-wielding maniac."
Varka laughed, a genuine, booming sound that filled the room. "True enough."
For the rest of the afternoon, the office became a sanctuary. The air smelled of old parchment, beeswax, and the faint, spicy scent of Varka's cologne. They fell into a rhythmic harmony. Varka handled the decisions, his booming voice filling the room, while Aether managed the logistics.
"You check what needs your signature," Aether instructed, picking up the heavy brass stamp. "I'll help with the ones that need stamping. I'll read the content aloud, and you just tell me if it's approved."
Varka watched him. He watched the way Aether's brow furrowed in concentration, the way his small hands moved with precision across the documents. He looked so young—eighteen, maybe twenty. Varka knew Aether had face impossible that he carried the weight of worlds on those slim shoulders, but in this light, he just looked like a kid who needed a break from the chaos.
A strange, heavy warmth settled in Varka's stomach. He had never had someone help him like this—not without complaining or lecturing him on his lack of discipline
"This one is a request from the winery for a new shipment of crates," Aether read, his voice steady and clear. "Stamp it?"
"Stamp it," Varka replied, though he wasn't listening to the words. He was listening to the rhythm of Aether's breath.
"And this one... a complaint about the noise from the cathedral bells?"
"Throw it in the fire," Varka joked.
Aether laughed, a light, melodic sound. "You can't just burn official complaints, Grandmaster."
"Watch me," Varka grinned.
Aether focused on the paper, reading a report about cider production and trade routes. As he spoke, he didn't notice the way Varka was watching him. Varka's gaze wasn't just parental; it was heavy, lingering on the curve of Aether's jaw and the focused intensity in his golden eyes.
Varka felt a protective surge, a desire to wrap the boy in a cloak and shield him from every demand the world made of the Honorary Knight.
As they worked, Aether's mind drifted back to the first time he had sparred with Lohen. It had been a sunny afternoon in the training grounds. Lohen had approached him with a manic glint in his eyes, his spear held loosely in one hand.
"Honorary Knight, if you had time mind spar with me," Lohen had said, his voice buzzing with excitement. "I promise I will hold back."
Aether had shrugged, feeling the Anemo energy in his chest and swirling faintly around his ankles. "Alright, but if I win you treat me at Good Hunter."
The fight had lasted barely 30 minutes. Lohen was fast, a whirlwind of strikes and sudden pivots, but Aether had seen gods move. He moved like the wind itself, slipping through Lohen's defenses as if he weren't there. The climax came in a blur of gold and steel. In one fluid motion, Aether had disarmed the Vice Captain, his sword whistling through the air to plunge into the dirt mere millimeters from Lohen's ear.
Lohen had frozen on the ground, his spear and knife pushed far out of reach. His chest heaved, his mint green hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.
Lohen had stared up at him, his red eyes wide, his chest heaving. "Fast", Lohen had thought. "So damn fast".
Aether had pulled his blade from the earth and offered a hand. "Sorry, guess I win did one, maybe next time vice captain."
As Aether walked away, he hadn't seen Lohen's expression. The Vice Captain hadn't looked defeated. He had looked awakened. Lohen had bitten down on the leather glove of his hand, a shudder of pure, unadulterated excitement racking his body. He didn't want a win. He wanted the feeling of being completely dominated by someone stronger. He wanted to be hunted.
"Yes", Lohen had thought, his red eyes wide and trembling. "Yes, this is it".
Aether had felt a sudden, inexplicable chill run down his spine, a bad feeling that lingered long after the match ended. He hadn't understood it then, but as he looked at Varka now, he realized that Lohen's "hunger" wasn't just for combat.
"Everything alright?" Varka asked, noticing the flicker of unease.
"I just... I have a bad feeling," Aether whispered.
Varka reached out, his large hand resting gently on Aether's shoulder. The heat of the man's palm seeped through the fabric of Aether's shirt, grounding him. "Don't worry. You're safe in here."
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and orange, the tension in the office dissolved into a comfortable silence. Varka stood and stretched, his joints popping.
"Enough work. I'm starving, and I think we've earned a drink. Let's head to Angel's Share."
Aether beamed. "I'm in."
They made their way to Angel's Share, the tavern buzzing with the evening crowd. The smell of fermented grapes and roasted meat filled the air, mingling with the loud laughter of drunken knights and adventures. Diluc was behind the bar, his expression as stoic as ever, but he gave Aether a small, respectful nod.
Aether stepped behind the bar, nodding to Diluc. The taciturn bartender stepped aside, allowing the Honorary Knight to take over for a moment. Aether moved with practiced precision, mixing a concoction of heavy spirits, the very same things that had make him 'legendary'.
Varka took a seat the counter. Aether didn't sit immediately. Instead, he stepped behind the bar, chatting with Charles for a moment before gathering ingredients. He began to mix a drink, his movements precise and practiced.
"The Iron Wolf," Aether announced, sliding the pink liquid drinks, toward Varka.
Varka took a deep gulp, his eyes closing in bliss. He slammed the glass down, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Gods, you make this perfectly every time. I don't know how you do it."
"I remembered you said you liked being 'kick'" Aether said, leaning his chin on his hand.
Varka looked at him, his gaze softening. He wanted to reach out, to pull the smaller man close and feel the warmth of his skin against his. He imagined Aether's small frame pressed against his own massive chest, the contrast of their sizes making Aether seem even more delicate. He kept the thought locked away, fearing that such a confession would shatter the familial bond they had built.
"You're a good lad, Aether. Truly."
Aether smiled, oblivious to the heat in Varka's eyes. "Glad you like it, Grandmaster."
The cozy atmosphere was shattered by the sound of the tavern door slamming open. Lohen stood there, his mint green hair windswept, his red eyes locking onto Aether with terrifying precision. He didn't look at the patrons; he didn't look at the bar. He saw only his target.
"Found you," Lohen whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of glee and obsession.
Aether groaned, burying his face in his hands. "I can't believe it. How did he find me?"
Lohen marched forward, the floorboards creaking under his boots. He stopped inches from Aether, his presence overwhelming. He smelled of ozone and sweat.
"You can't hide from me forever, Honorary Knight. I've spent the last six hours thinking about that look on your face when you beat me. I just want to feel that again."
Varka stepped in, his massive frame creating a wall between Lohen and Aether. "Now, now, Lohen. The guy is tired. Leave him be."
Lohen looked up at Varka, his expression twisting. He saw the way Varka's hand was still resting on the counter, close to Aether. He saw the lingering look of affection in the Grandmaster's eyes. A surge of jealousy, hot and violent, flared in Lohen's chest. He didn't just want Aether's strength; he wanted Aether's attention. He wanted to be the only thing Aether thought about.
"Move, Grandmaster," Lohen spat, his voice dropping an octave. "He's mine to spar with."
"He doesn't want to spar with you right now," Varka replied, his voice firm.
"He doesn't know what he wants yet," Lohen countered, a dark smirk playing on his lips.
The tension in the room thickened, becoming something physical, something electric. Aether looked between the two men—one a mountain of gentle strength, the other a storm of obsessive desire. To many people in the way is in the way, Lohen right at the entrance, He struck.
Lohen didn't wait for a response. In a blur of motion, he reached out, grabbing Aether by the collar and pulling him flush against his chest.
"Let's go somewhere private," Lohen hissed into Aether's ear. "I'm tired of playing games."
Varka's eyes narrowed. He could have easily ripped Lohen away, but he saw the flush on Aether's cheeks, the way the boy's breath had hitched. He felt a sudden, daring impulse. Why fight it?
"I think," Varka said, his voice rumbling with a hidden hunger, "that we should all go back to my quarters. It's far too crowded here for the kind of... sparring Lohen has in mind."
Aether's eyes widened. "??? huh ???"
But he was already being led away, sandwiched between the two, the air around them humming with an unspoken promise.
Once inside Varka's private chambers, the door clicked shut, sealing them away from the world. The room was dimly lit, the scent of sandalwood and leather hanging in the air. Lohen didn't waste a second. He shoved Aether back against the heavy wooden door, his hands roaming over Aether's body with a frantic, possessive energy.
"You think you can just hide?" Lohen whispered, his voice ragged. "You think I'll just let you go?"
Lohen reached into his belt, pulling out a small, wicked-looking combat knife. He didn't point it at Aether's throat; instead, he ran the flat of the cold blade down Aether's cheek, the metal shivering against the skin.
"I want to see you break," Lohen murmured, his red eyes glowing. "I want to see that calm face of yours turn into something... 'desperate'."
Aether gasped, the cold steel sending a jolt of electricity through him. He felt trapped, but he didn't feel afraid. There was something about Lohen's intensity, the sheer weight of his obsession, that ignited a dormant spark within him.
Varka watched from the side, his breathing heavy. He stepped forward, his large hands reaching out to grip Aether's waist, pulling him back from the door and into his own massive embrace.
"Easy, Lohen," Varka murmured, though his voice lacked its usual patience. "Don't scare him too much."
Varka leaned down, his lips brushing against Aether's neck. The contrast was staggering—Lohen's touch was sharp and aggressive, while Varka's was warm and enveloping. Aether felt like he was being pulled in two opposite directions, and he loved it.
Lohen growled, his jealousy flaring. He hated how Varka could be so effortless, how he could provide a comfort that Lohen couldn't comprehend. He wanted to tear Varka away.
"Get your hands on him, Grandmaster," Lohen hissed, his voice vulgar. "Help me strip him."
With a flurry of movement, clothes were discarded. Aether's golden skin glowed in the dim light, his slender frame looking almost fragile between the two warriors. Lohen's eyes devoured him, his gaze lingering on the curve of Aether's hips and the softness of his chest.
Lohen pushed Aether down onto the large, fur-covered bed, crawling over him like a predator. He didn't start with kisses; he started with the knife. He ran the blade lightly over Aether's stomach, the metal leaving a trail of goosebumps.
"You're so soft," Lohen whispered, his voice shaking. "So fucking soft. I want to mark every inch of you."
Lohen leaned down, biting hard into Aether's shoulder, drawing a sharp cry of surprise and pleasure from the boy. He began to kiss Aether's neck, his tongue swirling and sucking, leaving dark bruises that stood out against the pale skin.
Varka moved in from behind, his massive body pressing Aether into the mattress. He wrapped his arms around Aether's chest, his large hands cupping Aether's breasts, kneading the soft flesh with a gentle but firm pressure.
"You're doing so well, Aether," Varka whispered, his voice a low vibration against Aether's ear.
Aether try not to moaned, his head tossing back. He felt the heat of them—the searing, frantic energy of Lohen and the steady, crushing warmth of Varka. He reached back, his fingers digging into Varka's muscular arms, while his other hand try to hold on the bigger man for steady.
Lohen shifted, his hand sliding down to Aether's thighs, spreading them wide. He stared at Aether's entrance, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He reached for his own cock, which was already leaking pre-cum, thick and clear.
"Look at you," Lohen sneered, though his eyes were full of longing. "Already wet for me."
Lohen didn't use lubricant; he used his own saliva, spitting into his palm and rubbing it over Aether's tight hole. The sound was wet, a squelching noise that made Aether shiver. Lohen pushed a finger inside, then two, stretching Aether with a rough, impatient rhythm.
"Too tight," Lohen groaned. "You're too fucking tight."
Varka leaned over, his lips finding Aether's. The kiss was deep and slow, their tongues intertwining in a dance of saliva and desire. Varka's tongue sucked on Aether's, a possessive claim that distracted Aether from the invasion below.
While Varka occupied Aether's mouth, Lohen positioned himself. He gripped Aether's hips, his fingers bruising the skin, and thrust forward.
Aether's eyes flew open, a muffled scream escaping into Varka's mouth as Lohen's cock slid inside. It was a blunt, forceful entry, the sound of flesh hitting flesh creating a loud, wet slap.
"Fuck!" Lohen gasped, his face contorting in pleasure. "You feel... incredible."
Lohen began to move, his thrusts violent and erratic. He wasn't looking for a rhythm; he was looking for release. Every shove sent Aether sliding up the bed, the friction creating a shlicking sound that filled the room. Lohen's balls slapped against Aether's backside with every thrust, the sound, the rhythmic and vulgar.
Varka didn't let go. He continued to hold Aether, his kisses becoming more urgent, his hands roaming over Aether's body. He leaned down, his large tongue licking the sweat from Aether's collarbone.
"I've wanted this for so long" Varka whispered, his voice thick with lust.
Lohen looked up, seeing the way Varka was dominating Aether's attention even while he was the one inside him. Jealousy surged again, but it manifested as a need to be even more aggressive. He reached for the knife again, pressing the flat of the blade against Aether's chest, right over his heart.
"Look at me, Aether!" Lohen commanded. "Look at me while I fuck you!"
Aether turned his head, his eyes glazed with pleasure. He saw Lohen's manic expression, the raw hunger in his teal red eyes. He felt the cold steel of the knife and the searing heat of Lohen's cock, and he felt a surge of power. He wrapped his legs around Lohen's waist, pulling him deeper.
"Harder," Aether whimpered. "Do it harder, Lohen."
Lohen let out a primal roar, his pace increasing until he was a blur of motion. The bed groaned under the force of their movement. The air was thick with the smell of sex, sweat, and the metallic tang of the knife.
Suddenly, Lohen's cock slipped out from a particularly vigorous thrust, the sound of it exiting Aether's body a wet, popping noise. He gasped, quickly repositioning himself and slamming back in, deeper than before.
"You're mine," Lohen hissed, his voice breaking. "Mine!"
Varka decided he could no longer remain a spectator. He shifted, moving to the side of the bed. He released Aether's mouth and reached down, his own cock—massive and pulsing—already fully erect.
Aether looked at Varka's member and swallowed hard. It was significantly larger than Lohen's, a mountain of flesh that looked almost intimidating.
"My turn," Varka murmured.
Lohen didn't pull out; instead, he moved Aether's body, shifting him so that Aether was arched, his back curving. Lohen remained buried deep in Aether's ass, while Varka positioned himself at Aether's front.
Aether gasped as "little Varka"'s head pressed against his opening. The size was overwhelming, the stretch immediate and intense. Varka entered him slowly, his movements gentle but inevitable.
"Gods..." Aether groaned, his voice trailing off into a sob of pleasure.
He was now filled completely, the pressure from both sides creating a sensation of total fullness that bordered on pain. He felt the two men meeting inside him, their rhythms clashing and then slowly syncing.
The sounds were intoxicating—the squelch of fluids, the heavy thud of Varka's chest hitting Aether's back, the sharp, needy gasps of Lohen.
Lohen was losing it. He could feel Varka's strength, the way the Grandmaster held Aether with a tenderness that Lohen couldn't replicate, and it drove him to a frenzy. He began to thrust faster, his movements becoming desperate.
"I'm... I'm going to..." Lohen choked out.
He let out a loud, guttural moan as he came, his seed pumping into Aether's depths in hot, thick bursts. He collapsed against Aether, his breath coming in ragged heaves, his forehead resting against Aether's shoulder.
Varka didn't stop. He continued to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of Aether. He watched the way Aether's face was twisted in ecstasy, the way his golden hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat.
"You are so beautiful, Aether," Varka whispered.
Varka felt the build-up, a tidal wave of heat crashing through him. He let out a low, rumbling groan, his entire body tensing. He thrust one last time, burying himself as deep as possible, and released. He felt his cum flooding Aether, a massive volume that seemed to fill the boy to the brim.
For a long time, the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing of three exhausted men. Aether lay limp, his limbs heavy, his skin glistening. He felt a strange sense of 'peace', the chaos of the day finally resolving into this singular, intense moment of connection.
Lohen eventually pulled away, the sound of his exit a wet, sliding noise. He looked at Aether, his red eyes no longer manic, but soft, almost vulnerable. He reached out, tracing the line of Aether's jaw with a finger.
"I still want to spar tomorrow," Lohen whispered.
Aether let out a weak, tired laugh. "I'm going to hide under the desk again."
"Oh so that where you been this morning, right in front of me"
Varka chuckled, pulling both of them into a massive, enveloping hug. "I'll help you hide. But only if you help me with the rest of those reports."
Aether sighed, closing his eyes. He was exhausted, sore, and completely overwhelmed, but as he felt the warmth of the two men surrounding him, he knew there was nowhere else he'd rather be. Mondstadt was home, and these two men, in all their dysfunctional glory, were his.
Author: My first smut, so it may all over the place
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